Down to the wire of words that aren't saidAnd I'm building the pieces together in my headTo make a place I sleep soundly, a place I think clearlyOh, where do we go, where do we go from here? There's a sign in the yard and a lump in my throatA new plot of land and fresh lumber is in towTwo kids in their car seats and hope for our historyAnd letting it go, letting it go from here I need a builder, a better designA house with more windowsAnd more ways inside We're leaving behind all that our parents wroteWe're replacing the past and all our fathers' hopesWith a new street address and a new bag of toolsTo make room as we grow, room as we grow from hereWe need a builder, a better designA house with more windowsAnd more ways inside
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